Date: Tue, 20 Sep 2005 21:31:08 +0000
From: "hippocrene2003 @hotmail.com"
Subject: Wrestling for Relief, Part 6
Wrestling for Relief
Part Six
Two weekends later Dave and Liz dated again. Danny and Carla were attending
an on-campus event, so Dave had the use of his buddy's SUV. Following a
movie they parked at the secluded edge of a nearby golf course. The second
the ignition was switched off they went straight into a bone-breaker clinch,
two beautiful undergrads making out in the dark. A sweaty ten minutes later
they were in the rear of the SUV, down to the bare essentials, and Dave was
all over Liz's lovely tits. Mesmerized by his muscles, Liz stroked his
back, his legs, and kneaded the deep dimples in his ass.
"Oh, your tongue feels so good there. Your teeth....easy. Oh baby don't
stop."
As the urgency for release began to build she fondled Dave's balls and began
stroking his cock. She crawled on top, drew his hand away from her clit and
spun around. As she bent down to lick his sac, Dave began tonguing her
pussy as roughly as he had her boobs. Liz rubbed his dick to full mast and
then enveloped it with her mouth.
"God, I can't take any more of that," he rasped. He drew them both down
onto the carpeting in the rear of the van and mounted her. Liz begged him to
go slow, but it was getting late for that. She locked her legs around his
hips and met his downward thrusts with her own. She grabbed his hair and
pulled their faces together.
"Go. O God, take me." A low groan, and he emptied himself into her. They
rested awhile. They also managed an encore before heading for the Theta
house and an hour of sweet goodbyes.
Unfortunately, Liz had just begun dating a grad student in the School of
Business, the son and future partner of an investment banker from St. Louis.
Great sex and Dave's sculpted physique turned out to be inadequate
competition for life at the country club in Ladue. It was their last date.
Meanwhile Dave's private wrestling world was due for expansion. His
sessions with Danny had become a high point in his college education, and
after every workout he would fantasize about new frontiers.
Since the incident of the basement tag match, he had also made a friend of
Ty. At the end of football turnouts Ty would plop down at Dave's locker to
talk about whatever, and afterward in the showers they would joke and horse
around.
During the week Danny was away at a workshop for fraternity presidents,
Dave found study hours particularly irksome. Setting homework aside one
night, he had his feet planted on the sofa to do elevated push-ups when Ty
popped in to invite him out for a beer.
"Thanks, but I really don't do the tav on weeknights. I'll take a raincheck
for Friday if that's OK with you."
"No problem. Care if I join your calisthenics workout?"
"Be my guest."
Ty kicked off his shoes and stripped down to his gym shorts.
They began doing unison push-ups, then squats and bends. Next they anchored
one another's feet for sit-ups. As he squatted on Ty's feet, Dave stared at
his new partner's remarkable abs as he had done that night in the basement.
This guy was rugged. He was also handsome as hell, full lips and thick black
eyelashes. They looked at one another and they both smiled. Ty winked, and
Dave reacted with something comparable to a hot flash.
"You have terrific definition, man. And no fat. I can't believe you drink
much beer."
"Naw, Mike's the real sudser. I just pass a couple through my kidneys.
Your gut's just as ripped as mine, man. Hold still." He aimed a punch at
Dave's midsection.
Dave blocked it, leaned forward and pinched one of his pal's nips. Dave
was feeling randy as hell, and he hoped Ty was as itchy for a fight as he
was.
"Oww!" Ty clutched his nipple and grimaced in mock pain. "Are you
molesting me because I'm black, you scummy white dude?"
"You asshole!" he chuckled, and the fight was on.
Immediately they were rolling around the rug with arms flailing, cursing,
jabs above and below the belt line, trying for any submission they could
find.
Ty broke one of Dave's tight bear hugs by forcing both hands beneath his
chin and shoving his head back. But as he tried to rise Dave tackled him so
hard that they ended up sprawled halfway into the (open) closet. In that
cramped space they tried to capture each other's head while their legs
flailed and kicked. They were laughing and growling at the same time. One
kick connected sharply with Ty's balls and he let out a low grunt.
When he was sufficiently recovered he got hold of one of Dave's ears and
yanked on it.
"Oww. Let go, you cocksucker!" Dave tried vainly to get a fistful of
Ty's kinky hair. They were locked up, jammed against the closet wall, half
buried in clothes which had been pulled to the floor during the melee. Ty
snatched a pair of briefs from Dave's laundry pile and tried to stuff them
in his opponent's mouth. Dave responded by diving on top and trapping Ty's
hands above his head.. Sticking out of Ty's fly was a cock just as stiff and
bloated as his own. Dave brought up his knee and began to poke it. Ty forgot
the briefs and grabbed for Dave's erection. They thrashed around on the
closet floor, panting and groaning while the spots on their shorts grew
larger and darker.
Their heads were pressed together side by side.
Ty thrust his free hand down the back of Dave's briefs and inserted a finger
past the sphincter. Dave groaned and checkmated his opponent by capturing
his dick. Ty turned his head and shoved his tongue into Dave's ear.
Another groan, one of surprised pleasure, and Dave's mouth found Ty's thick
lips. Dave had never actually kissed another guy, and he was shocked at how
good it felt. Lips now dueled and nibbled and sucked. Christ, thought
Dave, this is too fucking gay. But he couldn't stop. Tongues joined the
battle.
Ty humped, Dave humped back, and glans rubbed together. Interlocking mouths
muffled the little gasps. Soon both men were grinding with savage
intensity. The humping ceased only after Ty's probing finger reached the
prostate and triggered his partner's emission.
They lie in the tangle of clothes for long minutes. Then Ty asked, in
almost a whisper,
"Can I fuck you?"
Dave thought about it. "I don't think so. I'm not into anything like that.
Sorry."
Ty maneuvered Dave off him until they were lying facing one another. "I'd
really like to." He reached between Dave's legs and gently massaged the
ridge between his balls and asshole. "Does that feel good?"
"It's not gonna happen, Ty."
Dave embraced him and shoved his tongue back into Ty's willing mouth.
Spitting on the palm of his hand, he grasped Ty's immense cock and began
stroking and squeezing it. Ty surrendered to the pleasure and spread his
legs wide open, curling his toes. "Uh uh uh!" Dave scissored the nearest
leg, worked a finger into his buddy's hole, and kept jacking until Ty arched
up, cried out, and then collapsed.
Sometime later they crawled out of the closet. Ty got dressed, engaged in
one last jaw-breaker and got ready to leave.
"Junior Varsity is playing Middleton College Saturday night. Why don't you
come watch us?"
"Sure. There's no varsity game this weekend and I got nothing better to do.
Middleton is half way across the state. Are you guys staying over?"
"Are you kidding? J.V. gets none of those perks like you big boys. We turn
right around after it's over and board the goddamn bus. You and me can share
a seat." He reached around and patted Dave on the "seat."
"That's cool. I expect you to do something spectacular during the game, of
course."
"Grandpa, I'm fast like you used to be fast. Count on me."
"Get out of my room, dickhead."
The cross-state trip was entirely pleasant. It was a big bus with plenty of
room, the guys on the squad were in a good mood, and leaves were still
falling from the trees. Mostly they were passing through rolling hills and
a few farm towns. Even Mike had forgotten about his defeat at the hands of
Dave and was busy as usual being the chief joker on board.
The stands were filled, of course, with students from the host college,
cheering on a team which they knew was no match for the university's junior
varsity. They were right, but bore no grudge when it was over, and they sang
their fight song as proudly as if they had won.
Ty played mostly defensive back, but he got one interception which gained
them over fifteen yards and himself a round of back-slapping from his
teammates.
By the time the team and a couple of assistant coaches had piled back on
the bus it was dark and starting to rain. The mood was not exactly jubilant,
inasmuch as their victory had been expected, but they knew they had worked
well together and everyone was happy. As the big bus lurched out of town and
onto the highway a dozen animated conversations drowned out the roar of the
engine. A couple of hours later the overhead lights had been switched off,
many had drifted off to sleep, and only occasional laughter or the sound of
roughhousing in the last row interrupted the steady drone of the bus.
Dave and Ty sat toward the rear. The seats opposite were not occupied, and
their quiet conversation went uninterrupted. School things. Politics.
Sports. Women.
It was quite dark, but, as they got deeper into the final topic, Dave, who
was in the window seat, could make out Ty's hand idly wandering up and down
the fly of his faded Levis. Slowly he moved his right leg until it made
contact with Ty's. When he added a little pressure Ty began pressing back.
Ty then smirked and, after checking the nearby seats, placed his hand
lightly on the inside of Dave's thigh.
"Careful," whispered Dave, "I'm ticklish there." So of course he got
tickled.
"Damn, it's getting hot in here," said Ty. He slowly pulled off his heavy
team jacket and spread it out on his lap. As they continued the discussion
of coeds they had known or had tried to know, Ty's hand wandered up beneath
the jacket and rested on Dave's prominent bulge.
"Shall we have a little contest to see who's bigger?" he asked in the
playful voice of a horny teenager.
"Ty, for Christ's sake, we're on a bus surrounded by twenty other guys.
Ty leaned closer. "You think nobody on this here old bus is fooling around
right now? You got wax in your ears, bro."
Dave became silent and concentrated on the sounds coming from up and down
the dark aisle. There was some snoring, some mumbling. But also an
occasional male giggle, and maybe that almost imperceptible sound of labored
breathing wasn't being produced by a sleeping jock. From the rear seat there
was definitely some kind of subdued commotion going on. His imagination
formed tantalizing images of a Roman orgy. Not since high school had he
entertained such notions. Was it his imagination, or were some of the guys
having fun?
Ty had silently opened the fly of his jeans and beneath the jacket he was
slowly massaging his rod. Dave reached over and raised the jacket for a
peek.
"A work of art, isn't it? Want to find out what it tastes like?"
"No."
Dave did adjust Ty's jacket so that it covered both of their laps, and
undid his own fly.
His briefs were sticky with precum. He wiped some off and rubbed it around
his cock head. They stared at each other's bulge and continued to beat off.
With his free hand Dave reached underneath Ty's shirt and squeezed one
nipple, then the other, then down to rim his belly button. Finally he
reached into the open gap and fondled his buddy's tight black scrotum.
"More." Sweat was forming on Ty's forehead, He picked up the pace, then
slowed down to prevent a premature end to the enjoyment. Dave reached up
again under his shirt and tickled his armpit. Ty suppressed a groan.
The bus engine hummed on. Somewhere someone stirred and shifted in his seat
and maybe murmured something. Dave tried to peer over the high-backed
seats.
Suddenly Ty was bent over and Dave's dick was in his mouth. At first Dave
was terrified and looked around to be sure they were unseen. Ty sucked on it
and worked his tongue up and down the ridge. Dave reached down and played
with Ty's ear lobe, then pressed down on his head, forcing it further down
past the head. He gasped and tensed as
his cannon exploded against the back wall of Ty's mouth. He kept his
breathing as quiet as he could.
Ty looked up, licked off his lips and smiled. Then he brought himself off.
Dave scooped a little of it off Ty's belly with his finger and stuck it in
his own mouth.
His first taste of cum. Not bad. But weird. But not bad.
Dave didn't relax until they were all wiped up and buttoned up. He felt
exhilarated and very, very tired. He scrunched his back between the seat
and the bus window, and his eyes closed. Once or twice he stirred. Ty was
sound asleep, his head resting on Dave's lap. They stayed that way until the
bus pulled into the stadium garage in the wee morning hours. Homework had
gone undone, but it had been a satisfying day.
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